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Filofobia Filofobia de una mente destruida
Lo mismo y sin sentido. Buscando sin buscar, apreciando sin apreciar, amando sin poder amar, llorando sin tener lágrimas, anhelando sin poder imaginar, sintiendo sin tener los sentimientos necesarios.
He visto a esta persona ¿Siento algo por él? No, yo sé que siento nada, es solo que…. Me aferro a su presencia porque sé que no surgirá algo más fuerte que una amistad; No, no es amor, ni siquiera sé si es un sentimiento.
¡NO QUIERO! Tengo miedo, estoy asustada de tu piel.
Busco defectos donde no los hay, hurgo en tus poros para encontrar uno solo y cuando al fin lo encuentro no estoy segura si es ve
Brokeback PewdieCry[This fic is actually too long to upload here, so please go to my FanFiction account, or go straight (hue) to the fic here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9301339/1/Brokeback-PewdieCry]
The Artificial FaceThe Artificial Face
Inside the magazine you will see, very young attractive males and females. Each of them telling you, you are not good enough. They stand there and mock you with those eyes, those naked bodies. They tell you the horrible secrets that leak from their marble mouths. You are not hot, you are not thin, you are not muscular, you are not perfect like we are. We are the elite, everyone loves us and you will never be like us because you are so damned ugly.
They’re liars, every one of those people are nothing but liars. Please don’t hate them for what they are. They’re sad enough to stoop so low. So what is the t
I used to want to die.Take a look at this papers background… It’s blank right?
That’s what your life is every day if you do nothing about it.
The world is your canvas you paint it, not anyone else.
Pick up your paint brush and paint a beautiful sky that you want to see everyday
Or YOU choose to paint a tornado that takes everything from you, and eventually takes your life if you paint it too many times.
Trust me. It isn’t worth it. I know that’s it is hard, you tell me you can’t do it but you can. My God or your God believes you can get through this!
He believes that you are tougher than every person around you.
He believes th
Ignorance Is Bliss Ignorance is bliss. There were never truer words to explain our relationship. I trusted you. I confided in you, and you treated it like it was nothing. Were it not for the fact that I believe in forgiving others despite their deeds, I would never have forgiven you.
I should have known. I should have seen it from the first night I met you, but I wanted someone you as my friend enough I overlooked it. I should have just stopped for five minutes to see who you really were. But I didn’t.
You’re very good at hiding who you are, I’ll give you that. I wonder how long you have been doing that. How many lies did you
Interprequy - Dragon of FleshThere you are: pure, true. You have hatched through a soft crimson egg and rode the red sea through the scarlet gates. You grow and bare your teeth, your crown of hair. You spout your wings and become free.
It is until other dragons with blackened hearts come to you, that you lose your wings. You fall for their deceit. Pressure hones in on your pride, the gift of fire is remorselessly ripped from your heart. Nothing but smoke leaves your lungs. Like broken factory works, your insides breakdown.
Each breath, you unleash the cancerous poison to those who flew by you, laughed and breathed fire. Now, they look down from the limitless sky, eyes
I reread the note todayHe was so self-conscious that he began to come across as bizarre: a thin young man with gaunt cheekbones who slouched around the edges of conversations waiting for a chance to politely cut in, but to those more extroverted he seemed a creep or a voyeur. I knew him a year in silent passing before we had a conversation on the winding staircase beside the wall of windows.
Paused with intention, he stood above me and, backlit by a pale grey January morning, I could see all the blackened angles of his figure in contrast with his hands which rested bright upon the railing: smooth and golden, sparsely haired. When he smiled, he bared all his teeth,
Important You see a different side of a people when they sleep. Some people become rolling and boiling oceans, thrashing around in fits of emotional rage. Others become soft trains, riding down a long peaceful track. Even still, some make an unconscious decision to tell you their life story.
For me, my person becomes a beautiful place of serenity. Whilst he's awake, he's comical, vibrant, and alive. But sleeping, all of those wonderful attributes that make him him, they all become much quieter. All stress and anxiety seemingly disappear from under his radar, leaving only peace of mind and calm. While sleeping, he is more than beautiful.
Sleep is important. But for me, it is not for the reasons scientists say it is. It is a chance to find beauty in those around you where you may not commonly see it, Sleep is a chance to hold someone close, when you're too fearful while conscious.
Find your beauty. N
The Standard TwistWhat’s considered Normal
If we're all considered Odd,
Is Normal having no beliefs,
Is Normal loving God?
Is Normal picking up a smoke,
And lying down to rest,
Is Normal being better than you can be,
Is Normal really the best?
Is Normal a thing I can strive for,
Is it something I should be,
Is Normal the word you'd use to describe,
What you see when you see me?
In a world full of questions,
I like to ask myself,
If normal is something we aim for,
Why all those trophies on our shelves?
Because awards come from Oddity,
Where you do things with your heart,
And if you do them Normally,
You're hopeless from the start,
Oddity is what
This ManThis man is different from Pa. He's like a distinct reflection, making my world and understanding different than before.
Ma says that this man once told her that Pa was stupid to drop our family. After that, I always sat in my room--well, a room not MY room--wondering..........what was so special about my family? We're probably one of the worst families there is. A lost woman, now the head of a bunch of lost members, a dazed teenager, an isolated gamer, a quick tempered girl and two pets, who would want to choose us?
His family is more interesting. His wife is one of the religious group leaders at church, his daughter is a high school gradu
NoteI told the voices to shut the fuck up,
but they don listen, they just keep talking on and on,
and the love to argue with me over the stupidest shit.
I didn't know I wasn't the only one in me.
You never know, we could all very well be insane.
delusional and drunk in what we think is real.
who knows, it could all be a dream, or a nightmare
whichever you choose
i thought it was normal to be yourself, not someone else.
if that were the case, why so many sad sacks around.
is everyone this sad? i wouldn't know since
my closest friends are in my head.
i like my ponies, they symbolize the child in me
the child I hope dies when I die
I hope it nev
Forever LetterDear You,
I've known you for a long time and I thought that we could tell
each other anything, but now I know it isn't true. I knew that
your condition was worsening, but I didn't know it was so bad.
I found out that you had cancer the other day. You tried to hide
it from me, but I found the chemo dates in that pocket in your
bag you thought hid everything from the world. From me. From
me, your only trusted person in the universe. And that's not all
Those chemotherapy dates were expired, past. You've been through
maybe six or seven tests now. And I talked to your doctor about
it and he told me that you have maybe three weeks l
The American Nightmare*Caution: This story is not safe for young children. It is very scary.*
A little girl comes skipping into her house. She has a bright, cheery smile upon her face and she's holding dandelions in her hands. But soon, the smile is wiped off her face as she opens the fridge...
To her terror, there is nothing to eat. Sadly, due to her American diet and 1st world problems, the only food she is capable of digesting is soda, potato chips, and hamburgers. Not once in her life has she thought of trying some fruit or vegetables. For she is an American.
"Mother!" she cries, "There is nothing to eat!" The little girl falls to her knees and weeps because she's too blind to see that there is still food in the refrigerator. Her handful of dandelions fall to the floor along with her tears.
But there is no reply, because the hunger has already taken her dear old mother. And there is no reply fr
Through My Eyes
Through my eyes
I stare from across the valleys of the world,
I stare from across the oceans,
I stare across from the desserts,
I stare through the rainforests and jungles,
I stare into you but you don't see me do you?
I try to tell you what I know through my stare but you don't see me. I try to tell you that everything is ok but you won't see me will you?
Please look into my eyes while I seat here or lay here. Please try and see what I am trying to say and share. Please see the fact I am trying to give to you. Please listen to my voices as I lay down in different parts of the world.
We are many but we all share a commo
How Can I?
How Can I?
How can I live without you?
You are my yin to my yang...
You balance me and make me feel like I actually matter cause you see me..
How could I ever live without you?
What would I do without you?
How can I deny you anything?
How could I ever hate you?
How could I ever not love you?
How could I never listen to you?
How could I never see you?
How could I never be happy in your presence?
How can I not smile at you?
How could I ever be anything but amazed by you?
How could I feel anything but blessed by your presence?
How could I feel anything but joy at the fact that someone as amazing as you cares for som
Her Last Walk
Her Last walk
A girl is walking gentle walking downing down a cemetery path all the while stumbling and falling as she goes holding her side with a determination to get to her destination. She huffs and puffs till she finally stumbles upon the grave she is searching for, when she finally reach's It she lets her body fall to the ground in a heap on the floor. She lets out a cry as she turns her body around to reveal blood all over her.
She looks into the sky counting the stars as there at that tomb stone she slowly allows herself to fade away with a light smile on her face...
You ask if my love for you hurts me? The truth is that the answer to that question does not matter..for even if you were the blasting heat of the desert or the frigged cold of the tundra it would not matter. I will still stand by you, hold you, help you, protect you and be there for you to talk to. It doesn't matter if it hurts me like heat when I have no water to help..it does not matter if it is the coldest wind with no protection.. I will be here anyway.
I will always be here for you hon..do not question that...and that is all I can say..even if you leave me I'll always be willing to pick up the phone for you..no matter how m
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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